“Take them off.” He demanded quite harshly and I pulled in a breath as my womb shuddered at his authority.
I wasted no time in arguing and slipped my fingers into the edge of them and pulled them down my legs, struggling to get them over the rubber heel of my pumps.
“Spread your legs.”
I gazed at him lasciviously through my heavy hooded eyes and he sucked in a breath as I placed each of my feet on his dashboard and slowly slid them apart.
“Jesus Christ” he hissed severely as my heavy scent filled the small confines of the car.
“Now touch yourself,” he commanded as he checked his mirrors attentively. “Make yourself come for me, baby.”
I swallowed heavily as I glided my hands down my thighs, towards myself as my eyes remained fixed on Ethan.
I drew air through my teeth as I discovered just how hot and wet I was when I slid a finger along my labia and dipped it inside me.
My head flopped back on the headrest of the seat and I groaned in appreciation. “Do you feel good, Jen?”
“Yes,” I whispered as I opened my eyes and gazed at him, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I inserted another finger to increase the much needed pressure.
“Fuck that perfect pussy for me, baby. Fuck it hard, just like I do.”
Oh God, his words were driving me wild as I dropped my other hand down and circled my clit, flicking my silver loop with the tip of my finger, the sensation pulling a long moan from me as the pressure in my core increased.
“Please, Ethan…” I begged, not quite sure I could bring myself off without him.
“Slip a finger in your ass, baby.”
My eyes widened as I stared at him. He smiled softly and nodded in encouragement. “Jen, trust me baby. Just a little way in, and I promise it will make you come hard and deep.”
Oh dear lord!
Just go for it, Jen.
I was getting desperate now; my whole body strung tight as I frantically chased my climax, its stubbornness and my desperation holding it back from me.
I continued to work my fingers inside and outside me, and I could feel the roll begin again but it was just past the line and wouldn’t step over.
“Now, baby.” Ethan urged when he sensed the shift in my breathing.
I didn’t think; I just did as he asked and slid my little finger down and pressed it slightly into my bottom.
“Ooh God!”
A whimper choked with my groan as the slight fullness forced me over powerfully. My breath seized in my throat as I came hard, fast and way deeper than ever before. “That’s it, baby. Take it” he rasped with a deep gruffness in his voice as his hand palmed my cheek, his simple touch firing the pleasure to a new level.
“Holy hell!” I whimpered as I pulled my hands away and cringed as I held them in front of me, anxiously wondering where to put them now they had been in… there.
Ethan laughed beside me as he noticed me regarding them with trepidation. “Glove box, Jen.”
I flicked it open with a free finger and sighed in appreciation when I spotted wipes and hand sanitizer.
“You think of everything.” I told him satisfactorily as I cleaned my hands thoroughly.
Ethan shook his head in humour at my relentless scrub as he pulled to a stop and I hadn’t even realised we had arrived.
My heart fluttered and tears pooled in my eyes as I viewed our special place. Ethan remained silent for a while beside me, lost in his own thoughts also.
“I always tortured myself,” he uttered suddenly in a low voice, his pain and sorrow weighing his words heavily. “Always crippled me to come here when you’d gone but I… I just couldn’t seem to stay away either. You always seemed to be here with me, you know?”
His sadness engulfed the area around us, sucking the air and life out of the small space and I turned in my seat to look at him.
“I didn’t… he wouldn’t let me say goodbye” I whispered in the loud silence.
His desolate eyes found mine and locked me down, his understanding and forgiveness at the forefront.
He nodded and smiled before he palmed my cheek and leaned towards me. “I know, I know now, Jen.”
I nodded as a sob erupted and his eyes caressed me and soothed me. “Baby, I know. You were sad, I was sad, and even though we were miles apart, we were still doing something together.”
A single tear tracked down his cheek and that solitary drop broke my heart, its mission displaying just how tortured and broken Ethan’s soul had become.
“I will never leave you again. Kicking, screaming, dead or alive, baby. I’m yours, you’re mine and together, we’re each other’s” I told him with utter conviction as I held his eyes and showed him the truth.
His lips descended on mine as he took control of a passionate and demanding kiss. His tenderness and gentleness pushed to the back as his utter resolution in claiming me brought on his lust and rule.
“God, I need to be inside you, Jen. All the fucking way. Deep and hard. I need to take you and have you, make you all mine, completely and forever.”
Both our chests heaved as we scrambled from the car in our desperation to fuck. Plain and simple fucking, that’s all that was on our minds at that moment. Neither of us wanted the soft, gentle love-making. We needed it feral and animalistic, primal and brutal, each of us drowning in carnality and craving.
I squealed as Ethan lifted me up and flung me over his shoulder as he climbed the gate, me holding on for dear life before he bounded towards the back of the field and over to the our spot near the huge tree.
We made it in record time, Ethan’s hands on the cheeks of my bare arse as he slid me down his body.
I unbuckled his belt in a frantic bid to release his heavy cock and he hissed when I yanked his shorts down his legs before we fell into the long grass; our bodies hid from eyes in the shelter and concealment of the tall blades.
He was inside me in a moment, stretching me wide and thrusting in deep, as his hips pounded against me and we both clawed, bit and fucked hard.
“Fuck, yeah” Ethan growled as his hand twisted in my hair and he pulled my face to his, taking me under his mouth with as much aggression as his drives into me.
“Ethan. I’m gonna come so hard.” I screamed at him.
His teeth sank into my neck as we both climaxed with such ferocity that we growled each other’s names at the same time.
“Jen… Fuck, Yes! Fuck!” he cried as he deep-seated his cock into my womb and his fingers coiled around my hair painfully, triggering another orgasm from me as he lost control and choked on his own moan.
He laid his face in the crook of my neck as we panted heavily and baked under the hot sun.
“Ethan, baby, don’t burn your bum.” I warned as I could feel the intensity of the rays upon us.
His eyes lifted to mine. “Hopefully it might scorch the damn tattoo” he grumbled and I sucked on my lips to hold back my humour.
“Awww, they’re mean people. I’m going to have words with each one of them.”
He nodded and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Yes, baby. Make them pay.”
Twirling my nose with his in his familiar affectionate gesture, he pulled out and scrambled for his shorts as the grass scratched his fresh tattoo harshly.
“Wait here.” He told me as he ventured back to the car and I watched the hardness of his back and the firmness of his arse as he walked. Then I was treated to his strong chest and his beautiful face on his return; my eyes on him every step of the way.
He grinned at me as he approached, well aware that I had ogled him on his trek and I smiled widely as I spotted the guitar in his hand.
“You’re gonna sing it?” I gulped as emotion welled like a rampant tornado inside me.
He pulled in a breath and nodded softly as he settled against the tree, his back to the trunk before he pulled me onto his knee, “Haven’t sung it for nine years though, so I might be a bit rusty.” He grimaced and I kissed his soft lips cha
stely.
“I don’t care, but expect tears, baby.”
He cupped my jaw and held my face, “From you or me?”
I laughed slightly and shrugged, “Both.”
I moved from his knee as he warmed up his fingers on the guitar and practiced the tune for a bit. I crossed my legs and plucked a blade of grass, twirling it in my fingers as I awaited the song he always sang to me just before we had said goodbye until the next time we could get together.
His eyes found mine as he sang our song, his fingers deftly moving across the guitar to Snow Patrol’s ‘Run’.
Ethan had bought their album the day he had first kissed me, and it had been playing on his stereo the first time his mouth had ever found mine. It was before the song had made it in the charts, and he was adamant that it had been written just for us, the words reflecting our relationship and how Ethan had felt about me.
His gaze held me and his features softened as he told me everything in the words of the song. The passion in his voice captivated me as his emotions poured into every single pore on my body.
“I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want's to find an easy way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess.”
Tears slid down both our faces, his sad eyes fixed on mine whilst his sorrowful spirit swirled around us both as he played the small riff before the last verse and my shoulders were heaving as my sobs tore through me.
“Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear.”
As he finished, he pulled the strap of the guitar over his shoulder and settled it beside him before he crawled over to me, rested his head in my lap and wept.
Chapter 19
“Why don’t you ever sing with the band?” I asked when I realised I had never seen them perform with Ethan singing.
He shook his head wildly, “I’ve only ever sang in front of you, Jen.”
I frowned as I popped a piece of apple into his mouth, “Really?”
Nodding, he placed a half of strawberry into mine. “It frightens the shit out of me, singing in front of people. Just clam up, can’t do it.”
“Wow.”
He shrugged as he rolled me over with him until I was straddled above him, his thumbs softly stroking the outer flesh of my thighs rhythmically.
“But your voice is amazing, Ethan. It’s so soft but kinda… haunting, ya’ know, steady and so smooth.”
I pressed my palms against his chest, needing to feel the strength and heat of his magnificent body.
He smiled but shrugged again, “Just how I am.”
I pursed my lips but nodded in acceptance. We all had our demons, hell I had plenty.
His hands pushed me down his legs slightly and he smirked as he lowered his zip and freed his erection, my eyes widening at his casual manner as he gripped my waist and elevated me before lowering me onto him.
I hissed through my teeth as I sheathed him tightly and started to move. He shook his head and held me still. “Just feel me, Jen. Just hold me inside you, join us for a little while. I simply wanna link, baby.”
I leaned forward, my chest against his as I tenderly kissed him, our lips moving in sync and at a slow tempo as we came together and extended ourselves into a single being.
I crossed my arms over his chest then rested my chin on them as I gazed up at his stunning features and we remained like that for a while, both of us quiet and still, him deep inside me, me cloaking him, each of us lost in our own thoughts as we united intimately.
“I need to find a new job.” I said out of the blue eventually.
His eyes fixed on me as he pursed his lips, “No rush, baby. What’s mine is yours.”
I scowled at him and shook my head. “No, Ethan. I would imagine Kyle’s put a hold on our accounts by now.” I grimaced when I realised I’d only got about £12 in my purse and I needed clothes, toiletries and cosmetics before all else. I would bet he had cancelled my credit cards as well.
God damn.
“Stop thinking too hard,” Ethan stated as he tapped my nose and brought me out of my reverie.
“Just thinking of the stuff I need without having to go home for it, but there’s no way I can get them replaced without going back for them.”
He leaned up on his elbows and lifted his brows at me. “There’s no way you’re going back, Jen. No – fucking – way!”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, “And my stuff?”
He shrugged and lowered himself back down as he brought his finger up to the cut in the neckline of my dress and traced the edge of it. “You have some things at Bulk’s.”
“A few jeans and dresses, Ethan. I need my things, my personal things. Photos, Shane’s things, documents, cosmetics, perfumes, medication…”
He shook his head slowly and adamantly and my temper rose at his pig-headedness. “Ethan, please. I need my things and I have to get them.” I persisted but he shook his head again.
Huffing, I lifted myself off him and pulled my shoes on, my anger at his order had me breathing deeply through my nose as I tried to bate my annoyance.
He circled my waist, pulled me over and pinned me to the ground under his strong frame whilst his hands clamped my wrists and held them above my head.
His own anger was palpable, its intensity floating around me like a red mist as his blazing eyes locked me down.
“You… Are… Not… Going… Any…where… Near… Him!” he growled. “You hear me, Jen. Not a fucking hope in hell!”
I pushed against him, even though he was being careful not to squash my stomach under him. “Get off me.” I demanded as I pushed again.
“Not until you promise me.”
“Ethan, there is no way I’m leaving Shane’s things with him. He knows how much they mean to me, he’ll destroy them just to hurt me.”
“And he’ll destroy you just to hurt me.”
I studied his face as my brain cleared and it suddenly became apparent why he didn’t want me to go back.
“Ethan. I won’t stay with him, baby. I love you; I’m yours, all of me, heart and soul.”
He sighed heavily as his eyes darkened, “Until he threatens to do something to me again?”
“He’s already threatened you with a gun, I don’t think he can top that really, do you?”
His eyes scanned over every part of my face as his features softened and he relaxed his hold on my wrists. “He will though, Jen. He knows how to play you. He knows how to hurt you.”
I reached up and kissed him softly, “How about I take Bulk with me, and try and make it w
hen he’s at work?”
He narrowed his eyes in contemplation and I knew I’d won when he sighed, “Bulk and Jax.”
I nodded, happy that he met me halfway. “That’s fine but you don’t come. That would be like a red rag to a bull, baby.”
He nodded in agreement as he rolled us over and slid me down, straight onto his hard shaft. He grinned as my eyes widened. “Little Boss is growing up real quick this week,” he smirked when I gasped as he moved so deliciously inside me it caused a tremor to run through me.
“You are so fucking beautiful when I’m inside you like this. Your face is so full of rapture that I don’t think anything else in the world could make me feel as cherished as your expression does.”
“Uh-huh” I whispered as I moved against him, sliding my body up and down him as his pelvis stimulated my clitoris and desire coursed through me.
“Make love to me, baby,” he whispered against my mouth before he flanked my lower lip with his teeth and pulled gently.
He caught my moan as he embraced the nape of my neck and pulled me further into him, his mouth worshipping mine in a tender but passionate kiss.
I shifted pace and increased the rate at which I rode him as his hands settled on my hips and encouraged me to work him harder.
He sat up suddenly and embraced me, his strong arms holding me tight and still. “By the way, Jen…” he growled as he nuzzled my neck, his soft breath whispering against my heated skin. I felt him swell and fill me to completion as both our climaxes erupted together, our eyes hooked on each other as he growled out “…I love you.”
***
My pulse quickened considerably when I caught sight of Kyle’s car in the driveway as Bulk pulled the car up outside my house.
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